Today on the blog I’m taking part in a release party for Reckless Surrender the second title in the Made for Love New Adult Romance series written by R.C. Martin. The book was released earlier this month and myself and some other bloggers are here to tell you more about it.

☆☆ Synopsis ☆☆

Three and a half years ago, Daphne walked into my shop, kicked open the door to my soul, invited herself inside, and got comfortable. By the time I realized she’d made herself at home, it was too late to kick her out. Now, I’m in love with her. But I’m not her boyfriend. She’s not my lover. We’re just friends…

Trevor’s it for me. I love him so much it drives me crazy. But we’re broken—two battered people whose souls have been ravaged by the world. We decided a long time ago that we wanted to love each other but not attempt to fix one another. Instead, we give each other as much as we can. I’m beginning to wonder if that’s ever going to be enough…

I don’t want to be her band-aid.

I don’t want to be his addiction.

But if we never cross that line, will I lose her?

If I don’t tell him what I want, will I lose myself?

☆☆ Excerpt ☆☆

Daphne—22

I sigh wistfully as I stare out the window of his big, black, Ford F-150. Not that there’s much to see, as everything is shrouded in darkness, but it relaxes me nevertheless. As I peer out at the shadows of trees, I playback the evening we’ve just had. It was a beautiful day for a wedding. I don’t usually care for such occasions, but this one I wouldn’t have missed for anything in the world. Avery was the perfect bride and her groom was a fine accessory.

I can’t remember the last time I went to a wedding. I know I’m at that age where a lot of my peers are choosing to say I do, but I run in a pretty small crowd. I’ve been lucky enough to avoid the monotony of marriage ceremonies. It’s not that I have anything against marriage—or even weddings—I was just never that girl who dreamed of my wedding dress before I got around to losing my first tooth. I’m not holding out for Prince Charming and I don’t fantasize about what I’d like my future engagement ring to look like. Of course, I won’t judge a girl for dreaming of those things, so long as she doesn’t judge me for not dreaming of them.

Some days I think I’d like to get married; though, I’m not sure if that’s a desire that was instilled in me as I grew up under my parents tutelage or if it’s something my heart truly longs for. I have my days when I think I’d be alright if I never got married—so long as the man I loved was still around to keep me company.

Or maybe that’s just me fooling myself into believing something that seems safer than the alternative—safer than the risk that if we were ever anything more, we might break. We’re already fragmented souls and the two of us together might never be able to make a whole.

Pushing such thoughts aside, I smile as my head fills with images of Trevor and myself out on the dance floor. He’s not a dancer. Not at all. It’s actually one of the few things he’s not good at. Who am I kidding? Neither am I. Yet, in spite of our lack of ability, we got caught up in the moment and we couldn’t help but join in on the revelry. Those newlyweds and their charm clearly cast a spell on both of us. I’m not complaining, though. I had a marvelous time.

“What are you thinking about over there?” he asks casually.

With my gaze still trained out the window I reply, “Just remembering. I had fun. Did you?”

“Surprisingly, yeah.”

His response makes my smile turn into a grin. Weddings aren’t his thing, either. Although, I think it has more to do with his lack of enthusiasm for suits than anything else. Even still, he got dressed up and accompanied me without any grumble. I think that makes me pretty lucky. I’m sure there are plenty of girls whose boyfriends wouldn’t be so accommodating; and yet, even without the title, he’s that good to me.

R.C. Martin finds it a bit awkward referring to herself in the third person, so she’s only going to do it for this one sentence. (We all know who’s writing this bio anyway!)

I’m a born and bred Coloradan. I will always claim that square state as my home! While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I’ve left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I’m a woman in love with love and filled to the brim with compassion for women like me, on a journey to find themselves in today’s society. I aspire to inspire my readers to do more than settle. I hope that my writing will remind everyone that she (or he!) is valuable and worthy of the best kind of love–the kind that is gentle, patient, faithful, passionate, all consuming, never ending, and leaves you breathless.

When I’m not writing I’m reading; when I’m not reading I’m writing…you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I’m an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come